Wen Shuying, an ancient painting restorer, accepted a commission worth tens of millions of dollars in a desperate situation.
The employer is Fu Yesen, a business emperor who walks in the middle of the night and is plagued by insomnia and paranoia.
What he wants to repair is a badly damaged ancient painting that holds family secrets - "Evening Crossing on the Autumn Mountains".
When they first met, he regarded her as a craftsman who could be measured by money, cold, harsh, and arrogant with capital.
"Miss Wen, what I need is the results, not your artistic feelings."
Goodbye, he stayed in her antique studio, listening to the rain hitting the banana trees outside the window, smelling the fragrance of ink in the room, and fell asleep peacefully for the first time in ten years.
Restoration is a long and silent practice.
With just a few milliseconds of effort, she brushed away the dust from the painting and recreated the style of the landscape.
In the silence, he glimpsed her tenacity and purity, and the frozen walls of his heart peeled off inch by inch.
When the picture comes back to light, the family's conspiracy and past grudges also come to light.
He protected her behind him against all wind and rain: "This painting was once my only obsession. Now, you are."
Wen Shuying raised her hand, and the ink on her fingertips lightly touched his heart.
"Mr. Fu, the human heart is like a painting. Even if it is damaged, it can be repaired."
A commission that started as a transaction ended up being a heart-for-heart redemption.
